Ding!
Battle detected. Reward acquired: 5 points
Ding!
Battle detected. Reward acquired: Magnetic Field Manipulation (Magneto)
Ding!
Battle detected. Reward acquired: Energy Absorption and Release (Sebastian Shaw)
Ding!
Battle detected. Reward acquired: Wind Creation (Riptide)
The repeated clanging of rewards made Fenris beam with joy. His face lit up with satisfaction.
Magneto's magnetic field control, Sebastian Shaw's energy manipulation, Riptide's wind generation, combined with the psychic abilities of Charles Xavier and Emma Frost, and the diamond form, this time, the harvest was beyond generous.
Magneto truly was eternal.
Boom!
Another explosion echoed as the cruise ship shattered into two under the violent onslaught of the anchor.
"Take me with you! Take me! Shaw! Shaw!!!"
Floating on the water near the wreckage, Emma Frost screamed in rage and despair, her voice hoarse and filled with sorrow.
But she received no answer.
Beneath the water, a submarine was at full power, desperately struggling to break free from Erik's magnetic control.
Inside, Sebastian Shaw's face was dark and grim. Riptide, standing nearby, didn't dare to speak or even breathe too loudly.
Emma had been his right hand, and just moments ago, she had shoved him to safety during the chaos, allowing him to board the submarine.
But she herself had been dragged into the sea by the anchor's chains.
The ship was destroyed, Erik and the others were looming threats, and the situation was too dire. There was no turning back now.
And then, there was that powerful, mysterious telepath.
Had he left?
Would he suddenly invade his mind again?
Fear… No, terror forced Sebastian Shaw to abandon Emma without hesitation.
After all, even if Emma were captured, she could still be rescued. But if something happened to him, everything would be over.
"We'll rescue her. I promise."
Shaw spoke quietly, not knowing whether he was reassuring Riptide or himself.
The flames lit up the sea. Flashlights from the Coast Guard's speedboats swept across the water, illuminating Emma's pale face.
Emma Frost had been born into a wealthy family in Boston. She was the second of three daughters and had a gay older brother.
Her father was a cold, ruthless businessman, and her mother, overwhelmed by domestic pressure, had turned to psychiatric medication.
There is always a time in life that is silent, waiting, and enduring.
Waiting for spring to bloom, waiting for fruits to ripen, waiting for the thunder that had never come before.
She had waited.
After a tearful goodbye with her brother, she left home and sought her own path.
She became the White Queen of the Hellfire Club, Shaw's trusted partner.
But now...
The seawater was cold. Her heart, colder.
Everything has a crack. That's how the light gets in.
Just as Emma closed her eyes in despair, ready to surrender, her light arrived.
A young man with striking features and a unique aura appeared silently in front of her, floating effortlessly in midair.
He extended his hand toward her.
"Coming with me?"
That voice... It was him.
Emma's eyes widened in disbelief.
It was him.
The powerful telepath.
The one who could have wiped them all out, yet had mysteriously spared them, leaving them only with fear and confusion.
She looked at the hand he extended. The fingers were long, the joints defined. Emma swore it was the most beautiful and captivating hand she had ever seen.
"Yes."
She nodded hard, using every ounce of strength to leap out of the water like a mermaid chasing a new life, grabbing his hand and her chance to escape the sea.
Whoosh!
The night wind stirred the rippling sea. The Coast Guard speed boats bobbed gently on the waves. Flashlights scanned the surface again and again, but found no one. Only the deep sea remained, silent, and terrifying.
Splash.
Soaked from head to toe, Emma collapsed to the ground. Droplets of water from her hair fell rhythmically onto the soft carpet.
She froze.
Looking up, she realized she was in a spacious, luxurious living room. It resembled a hotel suite.
Warm. Comfortable.
"Drink?"
Fenris sat on the couch beside the carpet, poured a glass of whiskey, and handed it to the dazed and shaken Emma.
She accepted it blankly and took a large sip. After several deep breaths, she asked, "Where is this?"
"A new world."
"A new world?" Emma repeated softly. Suddenly, an expression of disbelief appeared on her face.
A new world?
Could it really be... the kind of new world I'm thinking of?